Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.